Well, this was a complete waste of my evening. Watered-down Christie, except the author doesn't have enough authorial nerve to cheat so boldly as Dame Agatha. Stolid prose--almost inert--with little wit or verve, jerky plotting, implausible characters; not least of the last is the omnicompetent sociopath. A thick smodge of mediocrity.
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